Tohoku University Hospital
The ward is extremely quiet at night
Kissing Eri had already rested, while Hayashi Yoshiki was sitting on a chair next to the bed, reading a book quietly.
It's still a book related to psychology.
Although it was boring, Hayashi Yoshiki could still read it because it was useful...but today, for some reason, he couldn't calm down.
What's wrong with me?
When Hayashi Yoshiki realized that he was feeling a little restless, he simply closed the book and pinched his eyebrows.
He glanced out the window.
The night is very beautiful tonight
The stars and the moon are bright, and the wind blowing through the window is soothing...You can still see many stars in the night sky in the 1990s, but even looking at these, Hayashi Yoshiki still seems to be unable to calm down.
"Sawaki Kouhei died of suffocation after being tortured and sunk into the sea at 23:31 on the evening of September 27."
--Just writing a line like this in the Death Note is just like writing in a diary, without any sense of reality.
Hayashi Yoshiki could not feel relieved from these few dozen words, nor could he express his restless mood.
Hayashi Yoshiki's eyes reflected in the transparent glass window were extremely dark and gloomy.
The wound on his right arm was aching slightly, but Hayashi Yoshiki didn't care...it was just a little abrasion, and he wasn't that squeamish about it.
Compared to this--
"....Little tree?"
"Are you awake, Aunt Yingli?"
The next moment after hearing the voice, Hayashi Yoshiki quickly turned around.
Eri Kisaki was much more energetic now. Looking at the gentle smile on Hayashi Yoshiki's face, she couldn't help but smile gently as well.
"Where's Ran Mouri?"
"I saw that she looked listless, so I asked her to go back and rest."
"...I'm really sorry to bother you."
"There's no need to say such things, Aunt Eri."
Hayashi Yoshiki stood up, looked at Eri Kisaki's bright face, and walked to the bedside table. "Do you need a glass of water?"
"OK."
Hayashi Yoshiki poured a glass of water for Ki Eri.
The beautiful woman supported herself on the bed with her hands and tried to sit up... Her hair was a little messy after lying in the bed for most of the day. She combed it a little with her hands and then put on her glasses.
"Are you okay now, Tree?"
"The wound on your hand? It's been bandaged, it's nothing serious."
"That's good...but that's not what I'm asking."
"Huh?"
".....I was thinking a lot when I was lying down today, and suddenly I realized that Xiaoshu never seemed to tell others what he thought."
"..."
"You always smile to everyone, and always look gentle and reliable, but I think... even Xiaoshu would feel sad or stressed sometimes, right? It's just that I never noticed these things before."
When taking the cup of water from Hayashi Yoshiki, Kisaki Eri said this in a very light tone.
She felt the temperature of the water cup with her palm, then raised her head and smiled at Hayashi Yoshiki: "I was actually a little surprised to see your tense face this morning? Or should I say happy? Well... Although it feels inappropriate to say this, at least auntie realized this one thing--"
"Whenever you need to talk about something, don't keep it in your heart, okay?"
Although she was still weak, the smile she showed was truly bright and full of intelligence and tolerance.
Hayashi Yoshiki seemed stunned for a while.
Then he also laughed, half-closed his eyes, and responded gently:
"I understand."
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Black Widow Bar
The bright bar here is the complete opposite of the cocktail area.
Since we haven't been doing much recently, the only activity we do is drinking.
But today Vodka suddenly ran in with a newspaper.
"Brother, Jundu is in trouble!"
"What?"
"What did you say!?"
Following Gin's frowning reaction, Tequila slapped the bar and stood up immediately after hearing this.
He snatched the newspaper right out of Vodka's hand.
"The famous detective who was avenged!" "The criminal who assassinated people in the street and used playing cards to predict the crime" --
The two newspapers used different headlines.
This is the evening edition of September 27th. In response to the assassination of a police captain and the shooting of a detective with a crossbow in the street this morning, some newspaper offices with a keen sense of smell immediately rushed to produce this edition of the newspaper.
I saw the vodka in a convenience store when I went to buy cigarettes.
Tequila read the news quickly. He had no interest in the assassination of a police officer, but when he saw the name Hayashi Yoshiki appear in the newspaper, he slapped the newspaper and said, "Fuck it!"
"What's going on?"
"Something happened to Jundu?"
Cohen and Chianti couldn't help but come closer.
Gin took the newspaper.
After confirming that Gin survived the attack due to his timely reaction and only injured his arm by the crossbow arrow, he relaxed a little - if other members of the organization were assassinated or even killed on the spot, Gin probably would not feel anything and might even be happy that another useless waste had died in the organization.
But Cointreau is different.
Gin doesn't have too many expectations for his skills, he values ??Cointreau's brain more... Just like he doesn't require Shirley to have superb marksmanship and extraordinary combat awareness, Gin is still relatively tolerant in this regard.
"Ah~ Jundu is injured?"
"It seems like he was involved in the revenge of the murderer of a certain case? Look, it's all mentioned in the newspapers." Vodka said, pointing to a small section in the newspaper.
That was a wanted poster-like page published in the newspaper.
Of course, Sawaki Kohei's identity has not been exposed yet, but in the two crimes he committed today, the motorcycle he rode and the red cycling clothes were witnessed and photographed by the public.
The newspapers called on citizens to report to the police immediately if they saw such people.
Tequila looked at the photo in the newspaper, finished the glass of wine in one gulp, and turned to walk out the door.
"What are you going to do?" Gin glanced at him.
"Cointreau saved my life." Tequila walked to the door and said, "I can't just say nothing after seeing this news, right?"
"Do you know where that guy is?" Chianti asked curiously.
"Just ask someone to check it out."
"...Brother?"
Seeing that Tequila had pushed open the door and walked out, Vodka couldn't help but look at his older brother who was standing quietly beside him.
Gin didn't react.
Seeing that he was not organizing, Chianti suddenly became excited - there was a chance to kill someone, and he could also help Cointreau get revenge, how fun is this! ?
She immediately got down from the bar and ran out the door.
"Hey! Take me with you! Tequila!"